poem of the day October 7  

Let me tell you

a flea market tale 

of the wooden rooster

missing its tail

A rooster I knew

I would be 

very lucky to sell 

cause the big bird was

missing most of his 

wooden end

but someone came by

and unbelievably bought it

for a couple of tens

After the sale

I did not think

of the rooster

without a tail

Till I saw the dealer

I bought it from

come running up

with the missing bun

to show everyone

Now I am telling  you 

about the sad tale

of the wooden rooster 

that would  always 

forever be missing a tail